The Basset lady and her hounds were out there when we were, heading down LDR just as we were dropping out of the upper flatland. Her dogs saw me and mine and the Bassets got to barking and braying, which upset Willow to no end. Fortunately we soon were hidden by desert brush and the Bassets stopped with their near incessant complaining.
They were long gone by the time we made our return, ascending LDR into the upper flatland and our waiting CR-V.
|Frio and Willow|
|This & next: same Prickly Pear|
|Desiccated Prickly Pear fruit|
|This & next: hill west of the Organ Mountains|
|Mesquite bean pods|
|Soaptree and the mountains|
|Frio and Willow at rest|
|Same Black-throated Sparrow as above|
|Soaptree Yucca and the long view|
|This & next: Organ Mountains|
|Might be a Lesser Goldfinch|